Page 61 of Bound in Obsession
She actually tried to fucking run.
I shouldn’t be surprised, I’ve seen the way she’s been studying every camera angle and guard rotation from day one. But I’m still shocked. And pissed. Really fucking pissed.
When Marco called me to tell me she slipped out after midnight, I left the meeting with Nikolai mid-sentence and drove straight back to the estate.
My hands haven’t stopped gripping the steering wheel like I want to choke it.
Since that night in the jacuzzi, I haven’t been myself. I’ve been avoiding her like she’s poison.
I can’t even sleep in my own bedroom anymore because hers is right next door. One thin wall separating me from the woman I can’t stop craving.
I keep thinking about how she tasted, sweet, addictive, flooding my tongue when she came. I keep remembering how tight she was around my fingers, how she moaned my name.
I’m like an addict now. She’s my drug, and I’ve been white-knuckling it for days, trying not to go back for another hit. Because if I touch her again, I won’t stop. I’ll bury my cock so deep inside her she’ll feel me for weeks.
And now she tried to run?
Marco is waiting for me in the foyer when I storm in.
“She almost made it out,” he says, arms crossed. “Caught her before she could do anything stupid.”
I drag a hand through my hair, jaw tight. “Where is she?”
“Back in her room. Locked in.”
Marco studies me for a second, then sighs. “We need to make her understand she can’t run, Nico. We’ve been treating her like a guest instead of a prisoner.”
I glare at him. “We are treating her like a prisoner. She’s locked in.”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” he says. “You’ve been too loose with her. Ever since she got here, you’ve barely left the house. You’re not thinking straight. For fuck’s sake, you took her to the club two days ago. What the hell were you thinking? Anyone could’ve seen her.”
“They didn’t,” I snap.
Marco gives me a long look. “You’re mixing business with pleasure, brother. And I think you like the girl.”
“I don’t,” I say immediately, voice cold.
He opens his mouth, but I cut him off.
“Know your place, Marco. I’ll go talk to her.”
I turn and head upstairs before he can say anything else.
She tried to leave me. After the way she came on my tongue, after the way she begged and fell apart for me… she still tried to run. Doesn't she know she belongs to me?
I stop outside her door, fists clenched at my sides.
Time to remind Eleonora Caruso exactly who she belongs to.
I unlock her bedroom door and stop short as I step inside.
Eleonora is curled up on the floor beside the bed, knees drawn to her chest, head bowed against them. She looks small. Defeated. Nothing like the fiery, defiant woman who’s been driving me insane since the moment I took her.
Something twists hard in my chest. Seeing her like this, broken on the floor because of me, should satisfy the part of me that wants her to understand she belongs here. Instead, it pisses me off even more. She shouldn’t look like that.
I shut the door behind me with a quiet click. “I heard you tried to run,” I say, voice low.
She lifts her head slowly. Her eyes are red-rimmed, but dry now. She shrugs like it doesn’t matter.
